Reiner can't hold it in any more so he looks for Bertolt for help...in the middle of the night. Meanwhile, Jean and Marco investigate bathroom ghosts on a related note. Reiner/Bertolt, Jean/Marco. See warning inside. One-shot.

It's that time again, when I drag my arse from the gutters and actually do some writing! This'll take much the same format as my Hetalia headcanons so, if you liked, those, chances are you'll like these! (Hopefully) (Rated T for future stuff, and the off-chance of bad language)

The one thing that sucked about having a crush on Mikasa Ackerman—other than the unrequited part—was the fact that you weren't the only one. High School AU, Jean-centric. One-sided Jean x Mikasa, Mikasa x Levi.

The guys have been making passes at Armin and what better way to stop them then by enlisting the help of Jean? The plan was simple really, just trick everyone into believing they were dating. Too bad they didn't plan on falling for it too. Jean/Armin, for the SnK kink meme.

He nodded. "I can't blame you for being sour, though. I'm sour, too." Jean looked at him with a look of anger and incredulousness. "You're bitter? You got to be fucking joking me. You're not bitter, just a wallflower." He flinched at the truth in his words. "A bitter wallflower, then."

For a while, everything was going peacefully. But Jean seemingly decided that peaceful moments were boring ones. He managed to scoop a handful of the soapy bubbles and rubbed them all through Eren's hair, tangling his brown hair into a giant mess. The room went silent as the onlookers gathered Eren's reaction. Mikasa was especially interested, her eyes darkening with anger.

Armin couldn't help but to smile into the kiss. Eren was quite adorable at times, though Armin would never tell him that. He instead decided to enjoy the kiss while it lasted, knowing that he'd be unfaithful in the very end.

Ever since he could remember he's been told to hate humans. It had been ingrained into his brain to feel like this and he did. Or at least he thought he did. How could anyone hate people with so much emotion?

There was no kissing, no holding, and no sweet talk. We'd be rough, mean, and scorching. We'd be two untamed flames that liked to bite, scratch, and growl. Then, when all was said and done, we'd go to a low burning red and blue flame.

(Spoilers?) When other squad members walked by, he could hear them talking about him. "What is Jean doing?" They'd whisper. "Who is he talking to? There's no one there." They'd say. "Poor guy. He must be torn over Marco's dea-" That one's unimportant.

The person's eyes were open. It was startling, to be honest, seeing those eyes after so long. He wasn't sure whether or not he was happy about this. How much pain did it put in him to do just that, let alone breathe?

How could life continue to exist and go on without noticing this little thing? No one knows. No one cares to think about it, too preoccupied with their problems to realize what was under their noses this entire time. No, none of them were her. No one could be her.